"Mr. Freeman, I'll take care of these."

Mol, with a pair of huge white wings, descended from the sky and gently said to the busy brown-haired boy:

"There is a group of gifted holders who are causing trouble near the church and harming the people blessed by Your Majesty. Father and his men are not here by chance. I hope you can help drive them away."

Xia Zuo nodded without hesitation: "Of course, it's my honor."

The next second, the brown-haired boy exerted force on his toes and rushed out like a swift cheetah. In a flash, only his back was left.

Mo Er looked at the direction he left, folded his hands in front of his chest, and sighed: "You are worthy of your majesty."

Even such a young and powerful gifted person is helping these ordinary people without complaint.

*

The terrain of the wasteland is also complex. It is said that this place was once a gathering place for gifted people a long time ago. For those powerful gifted people at that time, moving mountains, filling the sea and changing the terrain was just a piece of cake.

The place where the church is located is a wasteland closer to other marginal areas. Although there is almost no grass, it is relatively flat.

Go a little further northwest and you'll see a dense forest.

There are ferocious beasts in the forest, as well as some people with natural talents, and even ordinary people who have lived here for generations and have their own way of survival.

But at the same time, because the resources here are more abundant than in the wasteland, the talents who testify here are more powerful, and even ordinary people are not so easy to mess with. If you have to divide it by something, this is probably the more central location in the wasteland.

Going further northwest, there will be a mountain range blocking people's way. It is said that behind that mountain range is the infamous Eastwood Prison for the Insane.

Even gifted criminals would not easily go up those mountains, let alone cross them. Without a guide, they might even run out of supplies and freeze to death in the inexplicably cold mountains.

In the beginning, Xizel had gone through a lot of hardships to turn over, not because he was not well prepared, but because the damn world will wanted him to die so badly.

——Xia Zuo was rushing to the transition area between the dense forest and the wasteland.

With the complete arrival of winter, the number of gifted holders and civilians, led by the church, is increasing, and the range of their distribution is becoming wider and wider. It is no exaggeration to say that now, in the entire wasteland, more than 70% of the people believe in Christine.

In such a desperate place, faith can be spread better.

Not to mention that Christine's behavior was more like charity than preaching. But the more he did this, the crazier those people became.

It’s a pity that Xia Zuo didn’t know the term “toxic fan”, otherwise he would definitely apply this term to certain believers who went crazy and made him terrified.

However, precisely because the influence of the church expanded so rapidly, the powerful gifted holders in the dense forest also began to notice this anomaly.

They were still wary of the team of talent holders that More belonged to, so they had been on the sidelines. Now that Captain James had left for a short while, they immediately seized the opportunity and wanted to tear off some flesh from the church.

After all, the dense forest is also affected by the severe winter. Although the supplies are more than those in the wasteland, the inexplicable abundance of supplies in the church is simply enviable.

Xia Zuo's eyesight was far superior to that of an ordinary person. He had already seen those arrogant gifted people from afar. One of them was holding a long knife and was stabbing fiercely at an ordinary person who was crying.

Xia Zuo's pupils shrank, knowing that it was too late to save him, he clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with anger.

——However, the next moment, a dazzling golden light exploded from the body of that ordinary man, instantly enveloping him and blocking the knife outside the barrier.

Then the barrier began to crack bit by bit, but this could not deny one fact - the ordinary person was saved.

And the battlefield changes in an instant.

The talented person didn't have time to wait for the next chance to attack, as Xia Zuo suddenly moved in front of him and punched him.

The brown-haired boy didn't look back.

He vaguely knew who had arrived before him.

Xia Zuo Freeman, a holder of the A-level second-level talent, the talent "Priest", possesses the blood of a priest that has not yet fully awakened.

The only lack of combat experience was overcome by his own excellent combat talent and the guidance of the mentor he met while escaping.

Even though he was facing three powerful talents alone, he was not at a disadvantage at all. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit that became more courageous as he faced more setbacks.

——Just like what McCann said about him in prison at that time.

"Where did this troublesome kid come from... Didn't they say James and the others couldn't make it today?!" A man with a dark talent on the opposite side cursed with a gloomy face, and then sneered: "Since you insist on blocking our way, don't blame us for being rude."

As he said this, Xia Zuo thought that he had some unused talent, but then he saw the offensive of several people suddenly turned towards the civilians below.

Xia Zuo: “…”

He is different from them, he does care about the lives of others, and his high morals put him at a disadvantage when facing desperate criminals. But...

Christine, who is worshipped as a god by countless people, is still to come.

...Could it be that these people thought that the golden light that just blocked their attack was their own ability?

The brown-haired boy's expression suddenly became subtle.

The man with a dark talent actually thought so.

The golden barrier just now looked like a one-time talent effect, with a sacred smell. It was obvious that it was biased towards light.

This magical feeling was extremely similar to the feeling given to him by one of the abilities of the brown-haired boy in front of him. Who else could have done it if not him?

So he did not hesitate to attack those ordinary people again.

...Wait, why do these people who were in pain and despair just now have such strange expressions on their faces?

Admiration, respect, pleasure, and fanaticism.

When I looked at him, all that was left was twisted hatred.

The man's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly swept through his body. However, before he could take the next step, he felt a pain in his heart.

……What?

He stared at the gap in his chest in disbelief.

Just now, it seemed as if a ray of golden light pierced his heart directly at a speed that he could not react to at all.

At the source of the golden light, the black-haired prophet stood there calmly, holding a two-meter-long golden bow. Slowly and unquestionably, he grasped the gradually condensed arrow and pulled the next bow.

The person who was targeted this time was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

——Logically speaking, the opponent draws the bow and aims so slowly that even if the arrow is shot out so fast that he cannot react, he should still be able to dodge it at this time.

But he felt that he could not move at all, as if he was caught up in the predetermined cause and effect and fate. He could only stay nailed to the spot, waiting for the arrow to pierce through his chest.

…What kind of weird ability is this? ! !

How could humans possibly master this kind of talent that is like a force for fate? !

Xia Zuo, who had not experienced it himself, simply thought it was an effect like immobilization and did not pay much attention to it. He attacked the enemy's last talent holder without any hesitation.

Half an hour later, the battle was over.

In the end, the gifted person used his trump card, which was a bit difficult for Xia Zuo. He spent a lot of effort and was injured. If it weren't for the death of his companion, which made the other party's emotions difficult to control, and thus affected the other party's control of strength, it is not certain whether he can win.

You know, I am now only one step away from reaching the first level of Grade A.

Xia Zuo couldn't help but re-evaluate in his mind the degree of danger posed by the talented people in the wasteland.

After all, the people who survived here were all risking their lives. That kind of fighting consciousness and madness was something he had rarely seen before.

"Christine."

After finding the location of the black-haired prophet, Xia Zuo borrowed the power of a few people and came to his side. He touched his nose a little embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time."

Christine shook her head slightly. "Don't apologize, Freeman. This isn't your job, but you still came here to risk your life for these people. They and I should thank you."

After he said that, Xia Zuo felt even more embarrassed, and he was at a loss as to what to do, so he changed the subject dryly: "No, you arrived in time. Is that golden barrier also your ability? It's very useful!"

He didn't know that the comic book will was wailing in the black-haired prophet's mind: "A silly and straightforward kid was beaten down like this by you! If he was the old him, he should have happily accepted the compliment!"

"What are you going to give me to pay me back for what you owe me?"

Xizel: “…”

Cesar: "This is Crest's problem. What does it have to do with me, Christine?"

The black-haired boy's voice in his mind was calm: "Don't worry, he can recover."

Comic Will:? Do you keep a pet here?

On the surface, he still maintained his persona and answered Xia Zuo: "I heard their desperation and prayers. So I rushed over."

The black-haired prophet calmly explained: "They are just ordinary people. I can only hear them, but I can't give them the power to fight back."

Xia Zuo was a little confused: "But that protective shield..."

"That's the faith I stored previously." The black-haired prophet seemed to sigh and stretched out his hand. Xia Zuo saw golden cracks on it: "It also cost me the overdraft and backlash of my ability."

He said, "Maybe I shouldn't have saved them. It would be better if I stayed away from them."

"How could it be! Don't think like that," Xia Zuo frowned, and intuitively thought that the other party was just sad that he couldn't provide better shelter for other believers, not that he really felt that he shouldn't have saved the ordinary person just now. "You have done a good job, Christine. You are not a god, don't be so hard on yourself."

After saying this, he felt a little dazed for a moment, as if he had said something with a similar meaning to his best black-haired friend.

And just now, when he thought Christine was behind him and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, that feeling of tacit understanding and trust also gave him a familiar illusion -

It was as if the person behind him was not a holy prophet, but a friend who had been walking with him for a long time.

“…”

His mood couldn't help but become a little depressed.

It shouldn't be like this, he thought.

It's unfair to either César or Christine.